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Published
on 27th May, 2004/7th Rabi Ul Thaany, 1425.
Shedding the Blood of the Innocents Poem
By S. Abidin
They
hurried by night
They hid by day
From the great Furat they drank
In one place they did not stay
Taking shelter in the date palms
In the fierce hot desert
Their small forms were drawn and wearied
By the world and its tribulations
With
courage burning in their hearts
And with only one determination
To carry the message to the Imam
A promise fulfilled would be their
elation
Called from above by their father
The boys awoke with a sob
They were not intended to stay in this
world
One told
the other to have patience
Captured by a brute
The older child said:
“O man! Kill me first for my promise to
fulfil
For my
Mother left my brother in my care”
With their last
prayers performed by the great Furat
Martyred were the sons of Muslim
Their small bodies floated away together
They were the
Tiflan Muslim
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